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Saturday, March 04, 2006
Interracial relationships. There's a gaggle of geese that hang out on the bend in the river down the street. I don't know how they can stand the subfreezing temperatures, but they look pretty happy. I'd get a picture of them, but the spot where they like to congregate happens to be right next to an unforgiving bridge where cars toodle along at 60 mph around a curve. Generally, my life is more important to me than a picture of cute geese. In this case, however, there is one odd gaggle member that just begs to be photographed. It's a pure white goose, the kind you see on Christmas cards with holly around its neck, or being eaten by the Cratchit family after Ebeneezer's epiphany. Classic white goose. Nothing so odd about that, except the gaggle he belongs to is one of Canadian geese. Canadian geese are not at all white with their black necks and heads and brown feathered bodies. Whitey sticks out like a sore thumb, an Ugly Duckling who just never found his biological family but was taken in by kindly strangers anyway. (The below represent the appearance of the geese in question, though my neighborly rainbow family of Branta canadensis remains unphotographed.)
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I love your writings! I love how you convey things in the way you do! It makes me want to go there, find that gaggle of geese just to see the white one...although I am not a fan of geese!! LOL!
A white goose chased my sister once and bit her on the butt. Since then, I try to stay away from them! I think my sister still has nightmares of them!! LOL!
I think that is the first time that I have seen the word "toodle" in print..
LOL, how cool they accepted one that was not like them! I liked to feed the geese that used to hang around my Apt, but only if there were a tiny bit of them. Very scary to see about 15 of them charging at you for food LOL.
Obsessive compulsion for irrelevant accuracy: Didn't Scrooge indulge his generous impulses with a "prize turkey"? Though today turkey seems hardly as festive, the "Christmas Present" entree at the Cratchit's was a too-small goose.